Life as a Foster Child

I grew up in a very small village where every knew everyone and almost everybody was related. I only remember from the ages of 5 yearsold and up. I have two younger sisters and two older brother. My Mom and my Dad where alcoholics and on drugs. When I was five years of age, me my brothers and sisters where taken away form our birth parents a place in diferent homes. Me, my two sisters where place in foster home. And my two brothers where place next door two where we were place.

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Then shortly after my two brothers were separated. They had to separtate the two because they were violent to each other. So my older brother was move to another home about half hour away from us. We felt like we were in heaven. It was our first foster child. A year later the social workers started doubting that we were being abuse. The Male of the house well he wasn't very patent. He did some very bad things to all of us. So we were divided into different foster homes again. I was moved alone to a foster home. And my two sisters were sent to another foster home. This time we all had very good foster parents. About a year later my two sisters got adopted to a beautifull couple that couldn't have any children. Any ways this story can go on for ever but I don't want to boar anybody. If you'd like to hear more sent me a message.

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Credits: Jo-Anne